Part 3. Meditation

1 The more I wonder who I am The less there is to know. Belly muscles roll over Breath of life comes in.

2. How do I hold onto the dark moon? In my mind it is a wan image. Peaks neither rise nor fall, Darkness is hard to measure in. Go outside yourself and the moon Will appear in a round, blue haze.

3. Grab hold; there's nothing here. Moon around dusk and dawn No shine, no sheen on frost-- Let go, the tide is out. My body on the mountain Gone with the silver dragon. Everyone has their moments.

4.What illuminates the great mountain, Town lights or the bright moon? Many years I've stared at the sky And land; the illusion of stillness Is not known to the pachysandra In a garden that is but a concept. The Great Way is so simple; It is beyond the wind and sky.

5. No clouds, morning moon a pale orb Sheds no light in the sky-ocean. No golden hue, black and white Moon lodges in the waking mind. Pale orb is disappearing in dawn Brightness of true understanding. This moon lingers as an object Of emanations not in the mind. Meditate on this or no breakfast.

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God does not speak of the Way The Way does not speak of God The moon illuminates The dark night. What is the difference?

7. Baby moon through pine needles Cold and clear far off-- In my lonely meditation, Becomes company, breeze Drawing primal lines In the brain's cloth. Wool and fire, the moonlight Invests the universe's cradle. No one can teach you this.